It’s Official

I have been so busy the past few days!  I worked my usual shifts, then went to my dad’s and helped out while my stepmom could take care of some business, then got a nice shopping trip from my husband this weekend.  I didn’t buy much cause I hated the thought of spending money and turing around and buying new clothes again in a few weeks.

I weigh in in the AM.  According to the scales tonight, I haven’t lost anything this week.  That’s ok though.  I’m officially in a size 18.  Down from a 26.  I’m so happy…though I never thought I’d be happy about being a size 18.  It’s just good to not say 20-something.  I went to Maurice’s, which is a store I absolutely love since they started carrying plus sizes.  Their clothing is still made a little small.  About 5 weeks ago, I managed to squeeze into a size 20 there.  I had bought a 20 in another store earlier that day and they fit well, so I knew that the 20s from Maurices would be a little snug.  Today, though, I tried on an 18.  And they fit!  No trouble at all.  The 20s are baggy on me now.  That feels SO good.  I was talking to another friend of mine that was asking me about my weight loss and she asked how I was in an 18 with my weight and she wore an 18 weighing about 20 pounds less than me.  Makes me feel good that even though the weight stays the same sometimes, the clothing gets smaller. 

I have a plan too.  Maurices offers this thing called a shopping party.  You can reserve a spot to go one night after the stores close with some of your friends.  You have the whole store to yourself and they let you hang out and try on clothes and stuff.  If I host the party, I’ll get 30% off my purchase and my friends will get 15% off.  I’m going to have one of these things as soon as I lose another 30 pounds.  When that happens, I’ll weigh less than I’ve ever weighed in my adult life.  I’m starting by saving money each week, like $30 or something.   Then I’m going to put in $5 for each pound I lose a week.  That’ll give me $600 by the time I plan on having my party.  What a great incentive!

I’m so excited about this whole thing.  I’ve never done this for such a long time.  The results are totally worth every sacrifice.  I was talking my workout buddy tonight and was telling her that everyone at work thinks I’m being a little extreme with my methods.  But I told her that when you have an extreme transformation to make, then you have to take extreme measures.  It’s worth it.  Every ache and pain.  Every time I feel like crying from working out so hard…every time I feel like I’m going to die from a workout.  Every time I have my tuna sandwich while everyone else eats pizza.  Every bit of blood, sweat and tears I’ve shed since I’ve started.  Every bit of it is worth it.  I wouldn’t trade the way I feel now for a piece of pizza any day.